"It's almost here, isn't it? How long have I been sleeping?"
Guo De, who had just woken up, squinted his eyes and noticed that the scenery outside the window was becoming more and more familiar. When he turned his head again, he realized that only Wang Hui was left in the back seat of the car.
The two children got out of the car for an unknown amount of time.
Wang Hui looked at her mobile phone with a slightly complaining expression, "I don't know how sleepy you were, when Yuncheng and his daughter got out of the car just now.
You haven't even woken up.
I'm too lazy to call you."
"Hey, I'm a little tired right now. Otherwise, why didn't I go to the dinner party?"
Guo Degang said this with a smile to explain himself, but the real situation is not tired.
I just don't want to wake up.
Because when I woke up and realized it was a dream, my heart felt really empty.
But once we return to reality, we have to face it.
But at this time, Wang Hui suddenly felt happy.
Guo Degang wondered, "What's wrong with this?"
"Nothing! I just took a photo of my daughter singing on stage today, and when my friends saw her, they thought she was singing drums.
Ask how your studies went.
But there is a saying, my daughter is originally an actress, so the cheongsam really has such a flavor."
"That's true."
Guo Degang recalled the performance scene at that time. Although it was short, it was indeed like that, but he could see a little problem.
That means my daughter’s singing may not be very good.
At most, he has a lot of confidence in his bones.
After all, there are only a few words, and most people can listen to them as long as they practice them.
But Guo De had just been practicing for so long, and he had also learned opera and other little songs, so how could he not be able to tell whether he was good or bad.
It's completely reluctant.
Although the performance department of Chinese opera requires examinations of voice, stage, form and expression!
The voice is the vocal music. Logically speaking, there should be no problem with the vocal music, but there are exceptions. For example, if you are outstanding in other aspects, you will lose it.
Song Yi, this girl, is probably outstanding at acting.
So subconsciously, Guo Degang muttered, "I guess it won't be a big deal if my daughter sings Beijing drums."
Wang Hui was stunned for a moment, and when he suddenly understood, his expression was also happy, "What does it matter? People are good-looking, so they will automatically ignore it.
But I still have to send a message to Yuncheng and ask if they are free to play at my friend's drum music field.
It happened that I also brought the pigtail over to have a look.
He has been practicing recently, and I just wanted him to sing a song."
"It depends on your arrangement."
Guo Degang had no other considerations, but added one more thing, "The first game of the Beijing Exhibition tomorrow will be his comeback.
You need to let him practice more first.
Try to win the attention of the audience.
If it goes well, I will rank him as one of Yuncheng's assistant actors for the Dragon Boat Festival in June."
"Don't worry, Xiaopian'er has been working very hard recently."
A few words fell.
The car turned a corner and entered the Rose Garden Community. It was home.
But on the other side.
Song Yi kept talking on the phone with her boyfriend, and her tone was very hurried.
"Yuncheng! Yuncheng! Go and listen quickly. Am I out of tune? I just remembered this."
"Out of tune? What did you say?"
Qi Yuncheng didn't understand anything when she answered the phone, but suddenly her mind was awakened because she graduated from Chinese opera.
I subconsciously thought that her conditions were perfect in all aspects.
I seem to remember that Song Yi has a side that is not good at singing.
But before I looked at it, I immediately replied with something similar to that of my mistress, "Don't worry, you are so beautiful just standing there, and the rest can be completely ignored."
"Please go and listen! Just for these few sentences, I asked Yueyue to practice with me all day."
The more he talked, the more aggrieved Song Yi felt, and it seemed that he had really put in a lot of effort.
There is no other way.
Late at night.
I found a tablet in my room and searched for today’s cross talk drama on the Internet.
Search a lot.
When I clicked on the video to see Song Yi singing on stage, a nice voice came out, but it was nice after all.
There seems to be some slight flaws in the breath and intonation.
But it's nothing.
After all, the place was not quiet.
"Well, that's all right. There's nothing out of tune."
"That's good!" Song Yi patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"But speaking of this, Mistress said that the feeling when you are on stage is very similar to that of an actor singing drums. Do you want to go to the drum music venue and have a look?"
"Do you want to see my joke? I'm tone-deaf, and you specially asked me to listen to the singing."
"I'm not asking you to sing. Listen to what's going on."
"Did the girl who sang the drum music wear a cheongsam on stage?" Song Yi was mainly interested in this, otherwise she wouldn't have gone at all.
After all, now she can imagine many styles of cheongsam in her mind.
"Not all of them are girls. There are also many old gentlemen who sing drums. For example, my wife's master is an old gentleman from the Bai sect."
"That's it, then some girls should come on stage."
"Yes!" How could Qi Yuncheng not know what she was thinking, so he had already said hello in the text message and answered simply.
"That's fine, you set a time and I'll follow you."
"Um!
"
Having said this, Qi Yuncheng was actually very happy because he hadn't listened to Jingyun Dagu for a long time.
Moreover, Xiao Zhuan'er and Mistress will also be there this time, and they will probably be able to hear Mistress sing.
He likes folk music.
Naturally, I also like Jingyun Dagu.
So it was normal for me to talk to Master about focusing on folk art just now, and I would be willing to do this even if it lasts my whole life.
But if the uncle asks him to make a guest appearance or act in something, he will not refuse.
After all, my uncle will be the best actor in the future.
Not bad.
But after chatting more with Song Yi about things and things.
Qi Yuncheng calmed down alone in his house, and then thoroughly understood what the system had given him today.
But it’s time to realize.
What the master said came to his mind. Is his understanding really good?
I have indeed thought about how to understand the system if my comprehension is not good.
So can you let go of what you have acquired before? Anyway, if you understand it well, you can take your time in the future if you don’t understand it.
After all, the experience of Jingyun Dagu feels fresh to him now.
Hiss~~ Thinking of this, Qi Yuncheng suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. He instantly understood the power of his words of praise. When he realized it, he felt a chill down his spine.
The most terrifying thing is here, you will subconsciously take the words that praise you seriously.
After taking it seriously, a person's mentality will completely change.
Hmm... Then just pretend you haven't heard of it.
Qi Yuncheng gave himself a psychological hint, and then honestly understood this experience of Jingyun Dagu.
After understanding, then deal with the difficulties of previous experience.
After all, he had been given so much before, and if he had mastered it all, he still wouldn't dare to boast.
I'm just wondering what happened to Master today, it's very abnormal.
I almost believed it.
After all, those are Master's words, and their credibility is much higher than that of ordinary viewers.
But what he didn't know was that Master's unusual praise this time was due to a conversation Guo Degang had with Mr. Zhang a long time ago.
It's just too long.
This gap is eleven years.
And the reason why he said it out loud is because in Guo Degang's heart, he completely believed that his child had matured and had the ability to make independent judgments and a good mentality.
Otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.
After all, it’s not uncommon for people in Deyun to have high spirits and leave after praising them.